I wouldn't dare call them Haiku.... they wouldn't fit the rules..
Reflections on glass
of Life flying past
Neither here nor there
The path lay ahead
upon splashes of light
Warm fragrant breeze
Soft memories
like yellowed pages
Warm morning sun
Soft and burning
the path it cut
pale, alone and unloved
warm bodies in the night
bzzz bzzz
slap!! blood and gore
my favorite...
They tug at your heart
fading,never gone
Bloodstains on white
